I am tired a little.
Let me have a rest.
My feet are aching
And weak is my breath.
My head is covered
With the snow of years.
My eyes are filled
With burning tears.
So many days
I left behing
But still they are here
In my feverish mind.
So many faces
Once dear to me
I see so clearly
But where could they be?
My heart is still beating
Rising my breast
But yet I am tired
And I need a rest.